

The ScrapbookI remember the awkward moment we stood in my front door. We faced each other, eyes wide, hands shaking in time with the breeze. You blinked and my eyes smiled as we shyly lifted our hands into a kiddish wave with sweaty fingertips before I invited you inside.The Scrapbook
I remember a dark movie theater. I walked into the dimly lit air conditioned room with giddy dreams from the night before that you would sling your arm around my shoulders and pull me close to your warm side, just like they do in those romance flicks. You did just that, just what I'd wished for. I looked into your eyes and you gave me the sweetest smile. I never forgot that
--
☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆
Previous PageNext Page